Every morning, he’s there. He doesn’t meow, doesn’t scratch. He just rests his paw on the window, as if to say, “I’m still here…” I asked around and they told me the truth: his family moved away… and left him behind. Since then, he always comes back to the same spot, perhaps hoping for a return. But now he won’t have to wait in vain. I’ve decided to take him in with me. Because animals don’t forget, but they can learn to trust again.
